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I line up and slide into her in one slow push.

Fuck. She’s tight and scorching hot, her omega pussy rippling around me like it’s trying to pull me deeper. I groan long and low, forehead dropping to her shoulder as I bottom out. She feels perfect. Wet and grasping. Made for me.

Behind me, Leith finds the lube on her nightstand. I hear the cap click, then the cool slick of his fingers. He doesn’t tease. He never does. Two thick fingers press inside me, stretching me fast and efficient, then they’re gone and the blunt head of his cock is pushing in.

Leith is never gentle. He thrusts in deep on the first stroke, forcing me forward hard into Cammie. The sound that leaves me is embarrassingly loud. Half groan, half whimper. Cammie's slick heat grips me from the front, and Leith's first thrust drives me so deep into her that she gasps. The angle he finds presses against something inside me that makes my vision go white at the edges. He sets a punishing rhythm, hips snapping, driving me deeper into her with every stroke.

We’re all touching. My chest pressed to Cammie’s soft breasts, Leith’s solid body draped over my back, his hands gripping her hips so he can fuck us both at once. The room fills with the wet slap of skin, grunts, and broken moans.

Cammie’s hand finds my wrist, pulling my hand to her neck. “Just a little,” she says.

Leith’s rhythm stutters. “Fuck,” he grinds out.

My fingers tighten and my cock kicks. That she's given me this power to hold her down, it's dizzying.

“That’s it,” she moans.

Her nails dig into my shoulders. Leith’s breath is hot against the back of my neck. It’s loud, messy, and so fucking good I can barely think.

“Omega,” I rasp against her ear, barely holding on. “Do you want my knot?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Give it to me, Finn. Knot me.”

That’s all it takes.

Leith slams in particularly hard, grinding against my inner wall, and I tip over the edge. My knot swells and catches, locking Cammie and me together. The pressure is immediate and total, her walls gripping in hard rhythmic pulses that travel up my spine, keeping me hard and trapped inside her heat. Every little flutter pulls another sound from my throat. I don’t think I’m slipping out of her until morning at this rate.

Cammie comes again with a cry, her pussy clamping down even tighter around my knot. Leith follows right behind us, growling low as he fills me, his hips stuttering against my ass. For a long moment we lie there, panting and trembling, all tangled together.

Cammie reaches up and kisses me, softer this time, slow and sweet, her fingers threading gently through my hair. It makes me want her in a way that has nothing to do with my knot.

Leith eventually pulls out with a quiet grunt and rolls off the bed. He disappears into the bathroom and returns with a warm, damp cloth, carefully cleaning us up as best he can while I’m still locked inside her.

Cammie hums contentedly, nuzzling my jaw. She pulls one of the blankets up over both of us. “Stay the night.”

I don’t even have to think about it. “Yeah,” I murmur. “Absolutely.”

eleven

Leith

“Ilove this tattoo.” Cammie runs her fingers along the dark raven inked on my pec.

She’s sitting in my lap at her small blue kitchen table while we drink Saint’s Coffee. I don’t tell her Saint’s my cousin’s packmate. I don’t say much of anything. Just sit there with her warm weight in my lap while her fingers trace the outlines of the raven on my chest.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Finn asks. He’s sitting only a foot away, feeding her bites of donut from his fingers. She moans around a jelly-filled and leans fully back into my chest. My arms wrap around her instinctively, pulling her closer. I force myself to loosen them.

Finn doesn’t want to leave. I can tell. He’s taking forever with his shoes. Sipping coffee he doesn’t even like.

I don’t want to go either. But one-night stands end for a reason. And that’s all this can be. She’s not our scent match, and Piers won’t stand for anything less. It won’t matter to him that last night was amazing. That she’s beautiful, and funny, and unpredictable. That Finn and I are pulled to her in a way neither of us has ever been with an omega. All he will know is that she’s not ours. Not at the most basic, biological level.

When I finally open the door, she looks disappointed. I don’t let my feelings show.

“Finn, I have a meeting in an hour. New account to vet.”

She blinks up at me, no makeup, eyes wide and blue. She looks softer this morning. Younger but not innocent. There’s nothing innocent about the way her short silk robe clings to her generous curves.

“I never even asked what you do,” she says.